The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"Wow, Ariel is so strong. She ventured into Lund alone, facing material desires with dignity. Even when persecuted by the elf mistress, she remained unyielding..."

"This is a popular subject in Thailand right now. It denounces the corrupt elite and depicts the suffering of the poor. It's very realistic, and popular writers tend to have some touch on this theme."

"This book is very well written. If it were my words, it would definitely be rejected by the publishing house."

"Those are the idiots who are obsessed with money and have no vision. Your writing is like fine wine, it needs time to settle and mature to become fragrant. I believe you can do it, dear Annie. As luck would have it, I own a magazine. I can help you with whatever you want to publish."

"C-can I?"

"Believe me, you just need a little luck to become a rising star in the French literary world!"

"By the way, why haven't I seen the second volume yet? Did Ariel finally escape from the castle, break free from her fate as a servant, and become the Lund pastry chef she dreamed of?"

"Hmm... I remember the library on the third floor has a complete set of books in this series. How about I take you to look for them?"

"Hey, is that okay? I remember only VIPs can go to the third floor..."

"Just as this writer described, elves and humans, the powerful and the common people, have always been equal in personality and dignity! Therefore, there is no such thing as VIP or not. You are my VIP!"

"You are so kind, Ms. Arosa. This is obviously the first time we meet, and you are so sincere to a stranger."

"You're so reserved, my dear Anne. You know, although I'm a noble with considerable assets to my name, I hate those arrogant dignitaries, I hate those bossy bureaucrats, I hate being trapped in a cage of greed, I wish I had nothing! ... Only in this way can I see myself clearly, see the most genuine and kind part of myself, see... you clearly."

The graceful female guest's hand moved lower and lower, holding the waist of the female guest wearing glasses, and her pretty face was close to hers, full of affection.

"Thank you... I never knew I was that good. Can we go to volume two now?"

"Of course, and have a couple of drinks by the way."

"No need for wine, I'm not very good at drinking..."

"I have to! Only you deserve the ultimate taste of the wine country. It's very sweet, almost like juice. You'll like it."

Hestia watched them go up the stairs and realized how wrong she was.

This is a fucking wolf den!

What do you mean by wishing you had nothing? Do I have to build you a Versailles Palace right here on the spot?

"Ma'am, the scent of this perfume seems to suit you very well."

On the other side, Iyana, who was observing the environment, had already started selecting goods under the guidance of the maid Little Ilan.

As the name suggests, the Elan people have the characteristics of cats. The big Elan people are more robust, while the small Elan people are petite and charming.

"I'm looking for someone." Hestia pushed the maid away, her face gloomy, worried that her own maid had also been abducted by the beasts here.

Although Iyana's fairy body has transcended the mortal level and is moving towards the mythical creature, so she will not be drunk by questionable women, she is the princess's servant after all. If she is foolish enough to trust others, it will be a disgrace to her.

"Um, young lady, do you have an appointment?" The maid glanced at Hestia's exquisitely crafted bearskin cloak, then at the princess's handsome features, and suddenly revealed an eager smile. "The Perfume Club is a leisure venue for ladies. We have a master of arcane magic specializing in beauty and longevity as our consultant. Here you can enjoy Yunling's most advanced beauty and skincare, spa treatments, fashion design, and private tea parties. We also regularly hold literary salons and art exhibitions, inviting female celebrities from Tailan and Fran to participate. Do you have a VIP card? If not, please come with me to the front desk to apply for one. We're currently celebrating, and with a platinum membership card, you can deposit 100 gold shields and receive a coupon worth 50 gold shields and..."

"Shut up, bitch," Hestia snapped. "I'm looking for Claire Rousseau."

Being a beastly princess does have its advantages. At least you can curse people without fear of retort.

In fact, most of the powerful people in this world have this attitude. The idea that they wish they had nothing is just nonsense to fool idiots.

Even the maid who was scolded did not think it was wrong, but immediately bowed and apologized with deep fear:

"I'm sorry, I'll check for you right away!"

Little maid Yilan returned to the front desk with a wronged look on her face. With a pat on the head from her companion, she began to check the notebook. Then she took Hestia and the others to the third floor and opened a white oak door decorated with carvings of flowers, birds, insects and fish.

"The guest you are about to visit has just arrived. I hope you will enjoy your time at the Perfume Club..."

Maid Yilan forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and maintained her work attitude with a stiff accent.

"Take your tip and leave." Hestia took out a gold coin and flicked it to the ground.

Maid Xiao Yilan immediately stopped crying and laughed, thanked the emperor profusely and took her leave.

"Your Highness..."

"You stand guard at the door."

Hestia looked at the greenhouse courtyard filled with birdsong and flowers, her eyes fixed on the face of the woman sitting by the windowsill, her pupils shrinking slightly.

The woman was about eighteen or nine years old, and had not yet completely shed her youthfulness. Her long brown hair was slightly curled, and she took off her wide-brimmed hat and held it in her hand. She was wearing a corset and shirt, and tight breeches made her long, nimble legs look straight. A coat was draped over her arm.

Upon seeing Hestia, the woman's eyes flashed with a hint of restraint and vigilance, and she didn't notice the princess's strange look.

This woman looks familiar...

Hestia stared at the woman's face, gradually overlapping her with a wild NPC with the charm of a young woman and the ethics of an elder sister.

"You..." The princess opened her mouth, unable to speak.

Isn't this the party-throwing guru of the Cocoon Sisterhood, the secret training poster girl who makes young players line up to get through CG, the rumored youngest "Lenti Sister", and the mentor who has developed one new sister after another twenty years later...

Holding the appearance, spider moth.

Volume 20: Dreamers: . Spider Moth

The greenhouse courtyard is bright as spring. Trees extend from the iron frame of the roof, and new buds appear on the branches of trees. Tulips are in full bloom in the flowerbed of the sunroom, and light and colorful bees and butterflies are circling in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Hestia stared closely at the woman in the distance. Her face, dotted with freckles, was not delicate, but it showed a proudness that had weathered the vicissitudes of life. Her well-cut curves contained an explosive beauty.

Like a female leopard that has just started hunting alone.

Unlike the NPC mentor she was familiar with, the woman before her still had a hint of childishness. Although she hid it well, a hint of nervousness still appeared in her eyes when facing the rumored Celestial Dragons. However, that nervousness was quickly overshadowed by her decisive personality.

Hestia pulled out a walnut armchair covered in velvet and sat down at the tea table by the windowsill. She said nothing, her consciousness immersed in the Witch's Book, her soul floating high in the sky above the borderland.

"It's indeed a spider moth, exactly the same as the one I saw at the villa that night..."

Hestia looked down at the winged shadow of the statue beneath the arcade, which was now tightly wrapped in its curled-up shell like a chrysalis.

She suddenly thought that since the symbolic changes at the intersection came from the spirituality of the material world, then if she touched the shadow at the intersection at this moment, would she be able to directly communicate with Chloe Rousseau's spirituality?

And witches happen to be beings that prey on secret spiritual beings.

However, Hestia did not rush into the experiment, but first observed the environment of the entire arcade.

Beyond the pervasive violet moonlight and the High Knight crests floating along the walls, the entire street was covered in a mosaic of colorful cocoons, countless moths and butterflies seemingly mating, forming a mosaic mural. It was impossible to tell which individuals they represented.

"I really disturbed my sisters' nest."

Hestia muttered, her consciousness penetrating the only point of light at the junction and returning to the material world.

Seeing that the princess had not taken the initiative to open her clothes, Chloe Rousseau, whose scalp was numb from being stared at, took a deep breath and tried her best not to show any fear.

However, dealing with the imperial royal family as a secret practitioner is almost equivalent to having the other party hold a knife to her neck. How can she really remain calm?

"I heard that Her Majesty the Queen has long wished to see me, so I've come to visit you," said Kronos with a formal smile. He placed his coat and wide-brimmed hat on the windowsill and walked over to the princess, offering her two cups of hot tea. "I think this is enough to show my sincerity."

"You sound like you're not hired by the Empire, but rather want to reap some other benefits. No wonder you agreed so readily."

Hestia was not at all tolerant of her former mentor because of her experience in electronic mysticism.

He is not a main character. Apart from issuing tasks and job transfers to players, his only function is to organize training parties so that newcomers can enjoy watching CGs.

Chloe gave an awkward smile. Before she could reply, Hestia knocked on the tea table and said, "But your sincerity is clearly questionable. This is the location you chose, so I came here instead of you. I tied the High Knight to a stake four hundred meters away from the seaside road, and you, on the other hand, had your sisters surround this place..."

Before she finished speaking, the princess crossed the tea table and rushed forward, soaking Chloe's crotch with the scalding hot tea.

Without giving the other person a chance to react, she grabbed him by the collar, her eyes almost touching his nose. "I advise you to give up your thoughts of rebellion and tell those peeping sisters to get out of my territory. Then, tell the person in charge who has the right to speak to come see me."

"Is this a show of force?" Chloe's smile was a little forced, unable to tell the princess's specific strength.

"It's 'sincerity'."

"...I understand." Chloe pursed her dry lips, stood up and apologized, "I'm sorry, Your Highness. This is our first time dealing with the Imperial Family, so we're inevitably a little nervous about certain precautions."

She clapped her hands, and then the bees and butterflies in the sunroom flew away, the green ivy climbing the wall withered, and there were bursts of rustling sounds in the air, and then it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Hestia sat back, leaning back in her chair. Beneath her bear cloak was a deep black ruffled skirt, the pleats of which highlighted her crossed legs wrapped in thin silk.

Chloe stared at the pair of rabbit fur leather boots under the princess's skirt, thinking that even if she had such a pair of jade feet, she would definitely break out in a sweat if she took out such thick boots.

"..."

I really want to take off the boots and take a look!

Chloe swallowed and suppressed the thought of seeking death in her heart.

The group of princesses before me were beautiful and charming, but they were actually volatile, cold-blooded, and venomous snakes. If they were to shed their clothes on the spot, they'd definitely run faster than the cunning rat-man reporter.

Hestia asked, "So you're the boss here?"

"Not really. I just arrived in Yunling Province not long ago," Chloe shook her head, "but I can speak the truth."

"You are younger than I thought," Hestia said indifferently. "Youth is often synonymous with immaturity. If you are just trying to cling to the royal family and beg for food, then you are of no value to me."

"Of course I won't meet you empty-handed," Chloe said, spreading her hands. "Although I don't bring any gifts, I do have some secrets that might interest you. As for the case you wish to investigate, it just so happens to coincide with some of our operations."

"What secret?"

"If you say it easily, it will lose its value." Chloe regained her composure and smiled, testing the weight of the bargaining chip. "It is more appropriate to proceed with the transaction step by step. What do you think, Your Highness?"

"Making me conditions?" Hestia laughed, her eyes suddenly sharp. "If you want to make conditions, you must have the confidence to do so. The High Knights' intelligence network spans every region of the Empire. They asked you to investigate not because the Empire couldn't do it, but because they didn't want to make too much noise and alert the enemy. Or do you really think you can overwhelm the Empire's intelligence network by relying on a few sisters from the Cocoon Sisterhood who spend all day with women?"

Chloe was startled, her mind suddenly tense: "Why does the princess know..."

"This is the Empire, Heberus's world!" Hestia said with overwhelming confidence, appearing to know everything. "Who do you think you are to hide from the eyes of the tower?"

Hearing this, Ling Klo Mengyi's breathing gradually became heavy, her eyes were stern, and her impression of the princess changed from being handsome and cold at the beginning to being unfathomable.

She originally wanted to use the secrets she knew as bargaining chips in negotiations, but she never imagined that the intelligence network of the Empire's lackeys was so terrifying that they even knew the name of their association!

But the style of the Cocoon Sisterhood has always been obscure. They only steal gold from celebrities and noble ladies, and no one has ever caught them!

"The Cocoon Sisterhood's secret practices are centered around the 'Sister Mother' and usually don't stray too far from the 'Sister Mother's' base. However, you've only recently arrived in Cloud Ridge. You're neither the 'Sister Mother' nor the 'Cocoon Girl', but..." Under Chloe's uneasy gaze, Hestia opened her mouth leisurely, exhaling an evil breath like a demon, "One of the very few 'Moth Heirs' who carry out external missions, correct?"

Every word the princess said resonated like thunder in Chloe's heart. The woman asked somewhat incoherently, "Even this... what else do you know? Who told you that?!"

"I told you, the High Knights' intelligence network is beyond your imagination," Hestia said calmly, refilling her cup of tea. "It doesn't matter who told me. What matters is, if you can't provide me with any interesting secrets, then I'll have to add a few slave girls branded with the High Tower to my mansion."

While sipping her tea, Hestia smacked her lips meaningfully and said, "Perhaps you would like the feeling of being a dog for the princess?"

"Absolutely not!" Chloe jumped up with a thud. "Sisters won't yield to coercion from outsiders!"